08-16-2013, 07:05 AM
Vee does not need a Lasombra to issue orders to act.
It's a surprise when Mercy falls slack in arms made all the more powerful by blood. The surprise does not last long. Unlike Flood, Vee is not lost to the Beast. Vee's generous tap into increased power and speed is staid, measured, precise. When it becomes clear that Flood's was not, when it is seen that he is intent on feasting upon that which Vee considers claimed at the start of this whole unseemly affair (in a goddamned K-Mart parking lot ugh), actions come fast and furious.
A body is dropped bonelessly to the pavement, it's owner no longer a threat for now.
A command is given and a truth is laid bare. That this newcomer, this ethereal, androgynous creature who seemed to tame and innocent, is something far more dangerous than any here considered.
They stare at each other, Tzimisce and Lasombra, measuring, one furious the other eerily calm, for only a second before the one is off. The one is headed deeper into the parking lot. The one finds a figure moving all alone, back up toward the store after delivering some customer's belongings into a vehicle. The figure suddenly finds itself hauled around by a grip of iron, forced to face a creature both beautiful and bloody, a creature that locks eyes with him and smiles serenely.
"Follow." So says Vee for the second time tonight, and he does. He follows the Vampire back to a man he saw only a short while ago. He still has Flood's crisp twenty wadded up in his pocket.
"Eat," says Vee when they reach the car, but without the command of earlier. Vee does not pause as Vee walks down the huge hulk of a human. Leaning down, William is caught by the collar and halude to feet that do not want to hold him. He is then dragged to the side of the car, to a door that is prised open with a surprising delicacy before he is tossed inside like a sack of potatoes.
Then it's back to the little upstart that tried to get between Vee and what Vee wanted. A little once-vicious, once-snarling dog who was there, it seems, the night Vee's childe died the Final Death. Mercy is hauled up by her hair, lifted off her feet to reach a creature that stands at full height. Fangs slip out, sink into dead flesh, and - unless Flood pauses in his feast (unlikely) - finishes the deed.
It's not even anger, it's not even revenge. It's simple practicality. Mercy stood up. Mercy needed to be put down.
And so she was.
It's a surprise when Mercy falls slack in arms made all the more powerful by blood. The surprise does not last long. Unlike Flood, Vee is not lost to the Beast. Vee's generous tap into increased power and speed is staid, measured, precise. When it becomes clear that Flood's was not, when it is seen that he is intent on feasting upon that which Vee considers claimed at the start of this whole unseemly affair (in a goddamned K-Mart parking lot ugh), actions come fast and furious.
A body is dropped bonelessly to the pavement, it's owner no longer a threat for now.
A command is given and a truth is laid bare. That this newcomer, this ethereal, androgynous creature who seemed to tame and innocent, is something far more dangerous than any here considered.
They stare at each other, Tzimisce and Lasombra, measuring, one furious the other eerily calm, for only a second before the one is off. The one is headed deeper into the parking lot. The one finds a figure moving all alone, back up toward the store after delivering some customer's belongings into a vehicle. The figure suddenly finds itself hauled around by a grip of iron, forced to face a creature both beautiful and bloody, a creature that locks eyes with him and smiles serenely.
"Follow." So says Vee for the second time tonight, and he does. He follows the Vampire back to a man he saw only a short while ago. He still has Flood's crisp twenty wadded up in his pocket.
"Eat," says Vee when they reach the car, but without the command of earlier. Vee does not pause as Vee walks down the huge hulk of a human. Leaning down, William is caught by the collar and halude to feet that do not want to hold him. He is then dragged to the side of the car, to a door that is prised open with a surprising delicacy before he is tossed inside like a sack of potatoes.
Then it's back to the little upstart that tried to get between Vee and what Vee wanted. A little once-vicious, once-snarling dog who was there, it seems, the night Vee's childe died the Final Death. Mercy is hauled up by her hair, lifted off her feet to reach a creature that stands at full height. Fangs slip out, sink into dead flesh, and - unless Flood pauses in his feast (unlikely) - finishes the deed.
It's not even anger, it's not even revenge. It's simple practicality. Mercy stood up. Mercy needed to be put down.
And so she was.